Our lives, as Spartans, are defined by what we believe in. If we fail to believe, we lose ourselves...
Those words... I repeated them over and over in my head... I stopped believing when they all left me. I was alone...
I knew what it felt like... Being alone.
Noble team were all killed or missing in action. I'm the last one.
I walk without my helmet in the ruins of Reach... This doomed planet which we were tasked to protect. Glass... Endless fields of glass. I walk Among them, my helmet discarded, now nothing hides my face.
I find a suitable sheet of cloth which I roughtly make into a cloak and hood.
As I advance forward, I spot a gleaming metal object. As I go closer, and observe it, I make out the distinct outlines of a magnum. I pick it up and look in the magazine. 9 rounds... 'Good enough' I say to myself. I keep walking. So weary and lost was I that I couldn't know where I was heading. I heard the shimmering of air and saw a covenant phantom surveying the desolation they had caused.
I hid away from it's sight and from my hiding place, I saw it land. 3 grunts, 2 jackals and 1 Elite came out. I seized the opportunity and attacked them. I headshoted the grunts killing them instantly, now the others were alerted to my presence and the jackals activated their shields and started firing as did the elits. ' 6 bullets left ' I thought... I shot the jackals hand so that it would expose the rest of his body and so did this for both of them then i proceeded to kill them as well. ' 2 bullets left ' I thought again...
The elite was the last one to deal with... The two last shots I spent taking of its shields and then ending him with my combat knife. They were all dead... The elite piloting the ship came out fortwith and I only had enough time to grab the plasma rifle off the dead elite and spray the pilot... Cutting down his shields and ending him. Now the phantom was mine.
It took me a while before realizing how to control it but I got the hang of it sooner than I expected and I set of into the darkness of space.
My first objective was too fly this phantom to UNSC controlled space so I could rejoin the force and keep fighting another day.
Little did I know that this journey was gonna take me so far away from peace...
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Muted Legends ( a Halo Fanfic ) (Idea)
FanfictionIf Spartans never die, why have we lost noble six ? What if I told you he was still alive. What If I told you he teamed with one of the most celebrated soldiers ever produced by the UNSC. Here is the story where we find all of our muted and battered...
